"I ask as a friend of the patient"s, not as a doctor."
"His night was not good."
He shut his lips tightly again. His face and his whole smartly-dressed body expressed a rather weak but very lively hostility.
"He"s asleep now," he added.
"Asleep now?"
"Yes. He"ll sleep for several hours. _I_ have put him to sleep."
Isaacson"s body suddenly felt relaxed, as if all the muscles of it were loosened. For several hours his friend would sleep. For a moment he enjoyed a sense of fascinating relief. Then his consciousness of relief, awoke him to another and fuller consciousness of why this relief had come to him, of that which had preceded it, and given it its intensity.
He must take off the gloves.
"Look here, Doctor Hartley," he said. "I don"t want to put you out. I am really not a vulgar, greedy doctor pushing myself into a case with which I have no concern, for some self-interested motive. I can a.s.sure you that I have more than enough to do with illness in London and should be thankful to escape from it here. I want a holiday."
"Take one, my dear Doctor Isaacson," remarked Doctor Hartley, imperturbably--"take one, and leave me to work."
"No. Professional etiquette or no professional etiquette, I can"t take one while my friend is in such a condition of illness. I can"t do that."
"I"m really afraid you"ll have to, so far as this case is concerned. I"m an American, and I"m not going to be pushed away from a thing I"ve set my hand to--pushed away discourteously, and against the desires of those who have called me in. Never in the course of my professional experience has another physician b.u.t.ted in--yes, that"s the expression for it: b.u.t.ted right in--without "With" or "By your leave," as you have. It"s simply not to be borne. And I"m not the man to bear what"s not to be borne. Really, if one didn"t know you to be a doctor, one would almost take you for a Bowery detective. Straight, now, one would!"
"Where"s Mrs. Armine?" said Isaacson abruptly. "Is she asleep, too?"
"She is."
The languid impertinence of the voice goaded Isaacson. Scarcely ever, if ever, before had he felt such an almost physical longing for violence.
But he did not lose his self-restraint, although he suffered bitterly in keeping it.
"Have you any idea how long she is going to sleep?"
"Some hours."
"What? Do you mean that you have put her to sleep, too?"
"I have ventured to do so. Her night had not been good."
Isaacson remembered the sounds that had come to him over the Nile.
"You have given her a sleeping draught?" he said.
"I have."
"But she was expecting me here. She was expecting me here for a consultation."
"I beg your pardon. You were good enough to say you meant to come. Mrs.
Armine has been scrupulously delicate and courteous to me. That I know.
You placed her in a very difficult position. She explained matters when I arrived."
She had "explained matters"! Isaacson felt rather as if he were fighting an enemy who had laid a mine to check or to destroy him, and had then retreated to a distance.
"Last night, Doctor Hartley," he said, very quietly and coldly, "Mr.
Armine, in Mrs. Armine"s presence, expressed a strong wish to put himself in my hands. I came here with not the least intention of being impolite, but since you have chosen to make things difficult for me I must speak out. Last night Mr. Armine said, "I don"t want anything more to do with Hartley. He knows nothing. I won"t have him to-morrow." Mrs.
Armine was with us and heard these words."
A violent flush showed through the brown on the young man"s face. His round eyes stared with an expression of crude amazement that was almost laughable.
"He--he said--" he began. Then abruptly, allowing an American drawl to appear in his voice, he said, "Pardon! But I don"t believe it."
"It"s quite true, nevertheless."
"I don"t believe it. That"s a fact. I"ve seen Mr. Armine, and he was most delighted to welcome me. He put himself entirely in my hands. He asked me to "save" him."
Suddenly Isaacson felt a sickness at his heart.
"I must see him," he almost muttered.
"I won"t have him disturbed," said Doctor Hartley, with now the transparently open enmity of a very conceited man who had been insulted.
"As his physician I forbid you to disturb my patient."
The two men looked at one another in silence.
"After what occurred last night, and what has occurred here to-day, I cannot go without seeing either Mr. or Mrs. Armine," Isaacson said at last.
Was Nigel"s weakness of mind, the sad product of his illness of body, to fight against his friend, to battle against his one chance of recovery?
That would complicate matters. That--Isaacson clearly recognized it--would place him at so grave a disadvantage that it might render his position impossible. What had been the scene last night after he had left the _Loulia_? How had it affected the sick man? Again he seemed to hear that dreadful laughter, the cries that had followed upon it!
"If I am not to see Mr. Armine as a doctor, then I must ask to see him as a friend."
"For a day or two I shall not be able to give permission for any one to see him, except Mrs. Armine and myself, and of course his servant, Hamza."
Isaacson sent a sudden, piercing look, a look that was like something sharp that could cut deep into the soul, to the man who faced him. Just for a moment a suspicion besieged him, a suspicion hateful and surely absurd, yet--for are not all things possible in the cruel tangle of life?--that might be grounded on truth. Before that glance the young doctor moved, with a start of uneasiness, despite his self-possession.
"What--what d"you mean?" he almost stammered. "What d"you mean?" He felt mechanically at his tie. "I don"t understand you," he said. Then, recovering himself, as the strangely fierce expression died away from the eyes which had learnt what they wanted to know, he added:
"I certainly shall not give permission for you to see Mr. Armine. You would disturb and upset him very much. He needs the greatest quiet and repose. The brain is a fearfully sensitive organ."
Now, suddenly, Isaacson felt as if he was with an obstinate boy, and any anger he had felt against his companion evaporated. Indeed, he was conscious of a strong sensation of pity, mingled with irony. For a moment he had wronged the young doctor by a doubt, and for that moment he had a wish to make some amends. The man"s unconsciousness of it did not concern him. It was to himself really that the amends were due.
"Doctor Hartley," he said almost cordially, "I think we don"t quite understand one another. Perhaps that is my fault. I oughtn"t to have repeated Mr. Armine"s words. They were spoken and meant. But a sick man speaks out of his sickness. We doctors realize that and don"t take too much account of what he says. You are here, I am sure, with no desire but to cure my poor friend. I am here with the same desire. Why should we quarrel?"
"I have no wish whatever to quarrel. But I will not submit to a man b.u.t.ting in from outside and trying to oust me from a case of which I have been formally given the control."
"I don"t wish to oust you. I only wish to be allowed to co-operate with you. I only wish to hear your exact opinion of the case and to be allowed to form and give you mine. Come, Doctor Hartley, it isn"t as if I were a pushing, unknown man. In London I"m offered far more work than I can touch. It will do your medical reputation no harm to call me in, in consultation. Without undue conceit, I hope I can say that. And if--if you have got hold of the idea that I"m on the Nile to make money, disabuse your mind of it. This is a case in which a little bit of my own personal happiness is wrapped up. I"ve--I"ve a strong regard for this sick man. That"s the truth of it."
Doctor Hartley looked at him, looked away, and looked at him again.